.. He smiled as she looked at it, unable to turn her eyes from it, knowing what was going through her mind."This is my cock, Chrissy, and below are my...balls, see them?", He asked. "And they are full and heavy. And your end of this is to simply do what I ask of you...", he explained softly.Have you ever even seen one of these before, Chrissy?", He asked."No sir, Mr. Herrington, I've haven't... Why,... but... it's huge... I would never have guessed it to be so big... and... so... hard-looking...". The fourth day began with a goodbye breakfast. Passengers gave eachother hugs and mostly made insincere promises to keep in touch. Mostavoided my sad countenance, fearing, perhaps, a depressing tale or arequest for money. But Indira knew my melancholy for what it was.She gave me a concerned look. "Debbie, you know I don't live far fromMartina. Give me a call if you need a friend, or if it doesn't work outfor you with Joanne." What about your redhead in the engine room? My butt just did get. The smell of his warm crotch was intoxicating. In fact as a constant reminder of exactly where she was as it pushed her excitement to a higher level. Katie pushed her lips to his skin and mouthed the hair that met them. She continued to open and close her lips and nibbled her way to the base of his cock. She worked her way down and it to his balls. The soft skin brushed her chin and his long hair teased her. She slid her lips to the bottom of his sack and moved her hand up, pushing his meat. She feels him explode within her, each swollen pulse of his cock spitting his cum, filling her. She arches back, pressing her belly up and lifting his weight with her body. With a harsh bellow, she spills her wet cum over his weeping cock.Trembling, he lurches over her one last time, then collapses --limp, exhausted... empty-- his face pressed into the wrinkled, damp sheets. He lies motionless. Maybe if he remains still, maybe he can hide from what comes next, evade the inevitable.She doesn’t.